The Penn's Grove record., 1887-07-09

ing, but / begged FOR a little time. l
could not bear to tell him OF the pro-
perry, and yet 1t must be done; for If
he should be like uncle, or should be
expecting a fortune, and be disap-
~pointed-ohi it would never do to tell
him.
"Oh, he isn'tl He loves you truly, |
know. sister, but still it Is right to let
him know. / will get Win to tell him,
and it will be all right IL you love him."
SCALA, I do not doubt that l love
Mr.. Winslow when In his company;
but when he is not here Harry seems to
rise before me, and | have dreamed
three nights in succession that he was
not dead"
"Why, Gertie," she cried In dismay,
''what a terribly morsid state you are
ini OF course poor Harry is dead, or
he would have sought you ere this. 1t
will be a great deal to give up,' she
went on, "this beautiful home, and all
your property; but still. il Mr.. Wins
low shows himself superior to this test
you will know that he loves you truly;
and as Will is very wealthy, l may be
able to sometime repay you for what
you have done for me; so l would not
care for the property"
A week passed rapidly away, and one
afternoon Gala came to me smiling and
looking as happy as a child.
swell, Gertie," she cried gayly,
"Will has told him, and he came out
like gold from the crucible."
"What did he say2" l asked.
"That he knew it before, and that be
thought you had had time enough to
make up your mind, and that he was
coming tonight"
81 burst into tears; it seemed to me
that Harry was dearer to me at that
moment than he ever had been.
"Oh, you mustn'tl" said Gala. You
will spoil your eyes, and he will be here
in a very few moments"
Then she took me off up to my room,
and arrayed me in a lovely amber silk
with black lace trimmings, arranged
my hair to suit her own fancy, kissed
me and sad:
NOW go down stairs, say yes and
never think so sadly of poor Harry
again. He would tell you to be happy
could he but see YOU"
So l went slowly down stairs. Mr..
WinsIow met me at the library door,
and passing his arm about my waist
said:
Now I must have my answer"
sit is to be yes" I said softly.
"WhyP' he asked.
because l Iowa you."
"Then you have driven all thoughts
of your boy husband entirely from your
mindp" he inquired sadly.
"Oh, no. mol" l cried, a great pain
breaking through all my happiness.
"Oh, Harry. Harry"
20, darling, darlingl" he cried,
drawing me closer. "Don't you know
me? Can't you see that 1 am your own
husband, Harry?"
And then all %sensibihty forsook me,
and when 1 came to myself it was two
days later, and Harry, my sister, and
Win Roberts, stood beside my couch.
Harry had shaved off his monstrous
beard in the interval, and looked al
most as he did when he sailed away,
only his fair skin was bronZed by the
African sun.
"Harry." l asked, "where have you
been all these years2"
II have been a slave, my darling, to
OH ALllCdL NAlCls OLA lhOhbno daO J
escaped to some Englishmen on the
river Nile, and from thence l came
directly home"
"But why didn't you tell me at
once?"
Darling, l do not know. / searched
for you and found you In your e
home. Perhaps 1 felt something like
Enoch Arden. l did not wish you to
give up your property if you did not
really love me-"
But" said VIII Roberts, "we have
taken the wlllto a lawyer, and he tells
US that as long as you do not marry
again the property is yours; and as
Harry is your husband already, you
will not lose your property"
ibid you know all thls?" l asked
half reproachfully of Gala.
mot till you tainted. Then Mr..
Thompson told u.s."
And since that time L have known
no sorrow. 1t was indeed "The Dawn
ing of the Day" for me.